“It’s two a.m.”
“And you’re not home.”
“What do you want?”
“The Feds just called Chief Causey. They want to meet at oh-eight-hundred. They have some information about Glenn’s activities in prison.”
“Causey called me earlier.”
“You didn’t tell me?”
“You were already planning on being in at eight.” The truth was, after talking to Trinity he’d forgotten to clue Carina in. Chalk one up to lack of sleep.
Will was about to hang up when he saw Robin in the window of the loft. All the lights were on as she looked directly down at his car. He wasn’t exactly inconspicuous in the Porsche, even if it was black.
“I need a favor.”
“Sure, I’ll give you a wake-up call.”
“I need your friend’s home address.”
“I have a lot of friends.”
“Mario Medina. The bodyguard.”
“Why?”
“I have a job for him.”
“Last I checked he had a job.”
“Dammit, Carina, are you going to make this difficult?”
“Yes.” She paused. “You’re sitting outside her place, aren’t you?”
No use lying to her. “And?”
She sighed. “I hear you. Hold on.”
Will looked at the window again, wanting another glimpse of the last woman in the world he’d ever wanted to hurt.
She was gone, but the lights blazed. In the days after Robin found Anna dead, she had been terrified of the dark.
Time didn’t heal all wounds. Or fears.
“It’s after three in the morning.”
Mario Medina was not happy about being woken up in the middle of the night.
“Thanks,” Will mumbled. Mario lived in a condo right on the beach. Not too large, but with the view and beach access off the sliding glass doors, Will knew it cost a small fortune. It was neat, clean, and sparsely furnished. Will suspected he didn’t spend a lot of time here other than sleeping. He had a similar place a little farther south. The Naval base at Coronado could be seen to the southwest in daylight, now only a faint smattering of light.
As if reading his mind, Mario said, “Six years, Marines not Navy.”
“MP, Army.”
“I figured you’re from a long line of cops.”
“I need a favor.”
Mario laughed. “You want a favor? Why should I do anything for you?”
“Why shouldn’t you?”
“Want a beer?”
Will nodded. They walked out on the patio, each with a Dos Equis in hand. It was freezing as far as Will was concerned-under fifty degrees. Not why he moved to San Diego. But Mario, in a black T-shirt and shorts, didn’t seem to notice. He drained half his beer. “What?”
“I want to hire you to keep an eye on Robin McKenna.”
Mario showed no expression. “The woman who hired me to watch out for her?”
“She hired you to watch the club and her employees, correct?”
He nodded.
“And not her, specifically.”
Mario shook his head.
“She needs someone watching her back and I can’t do it. This investigation is going 24/7 and I can’t justify spending the time on her. I have increased patrols in her neighborhood. We have a cop on-site at the club during regular business hours. But Theodore Glenn is going to look for that. Surveillance. He’s going to find a hole and exploit it. He’s been planning revenge for too long.”
“I can’t do it.”
“Fuck, Medina, what’s your game?”
“I can’t do it because I committed most of my staff to her to protect her employees. I have two pairs rotating twelve-hour shifts on the club, open or closed. I don’t have a large operation. My guys are all independent contractors. And one of my best is otherwise occupied.”
“Who? I’ll pay him.”
“Doubt it. Connor Kincaid is watching his fiancee 24/7 and nothing’s going to buy him off that one. Can’t say I blame him, she’s a spunky little number.”
“You have no one else?”
“I’ll make some calls.”
“Dammit, that’s not good enough!” Will clenched his fists. How could he protect Robin while he had a job to do?
Mario looked out at the ocean. “I’ll keep my eye on her. You have a car on her tonight?”
“Yes. I just checked and he’s solid.”
“I’ll attach myself to her starting tomorrow morning. But I have to have your assurance that I will be clued in to every step of the investigation. What you know, I know. I will not be surprised, got it?”
Will nodded, relieved. He’d have much preferred to stay with Robin himself, but he couldn’t watch her 24/7 and work the case.
“Anything I should know?”
“We have the Feds coming to town in a few hours. They apparently have something from San Quentin to share.”
“Wonderful.” He sounded less than enthused.
“I’ll check in with you tomorrow after the meeting.”
“I’m counting on it, Hooper.”
SEVENTEEN
Will slept like shit for three hours before dragging himself into the shower and heading over to the station for whatever the Fed was going to report. He arrived before the FBI and debriefed Chief Causey on everything, including his previous relationship with Robin McKenna.
He waited for an admonishment. Instead, Causey said, “Did your relationship with Ms. McKenna affect your duty as a cop?”
“Not at all, sir. Except-” He stopped.
“Except?”
“I let Frank run with the investigation. If I had been more concerned about the investigation than with Robin, I would have been sitting outside Glenn’s house the night Jessica Suarez was murdered.”
Causey didn’t say anything, and Will worried his honesty may have cost him the head position of the task force. “Will,” Causey said quietly, “I should have pulled Frank long before the Glenn case. If anyone is culpable for that girl being murdered, it’s me.”
“With all due respect, sir, I disagree-”
“I knew Frank had a drinking problem and I relied on you to carry him through retirement. The last thing I wanted to do was pull a once-fantastic cop and destroy his reputation. I’ve known Frank for a long time. We were in
